Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2004 19:47:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: My Son In The Bar - 2 This is a continuation of a fiction series for the Gay Incest section, and all legal warnings apply. Thanks for the many responses I've had to Chapter 1, and it is evident I won't please everyone...since there were so many different directions the readers wanted to see the story take! But I hope my first attempt at fiction for Nifty will at least satisfy most of you. My only other submission to Nifty was a 3-parter called "Downstairs at the Fox" which ran under 'Encounters' in March of 2003. If you'd like to read about some of my REAL escapades, you can check it out. Thanks again, guys, and as stated before: all comments and suggestions are welcomed at willingmike@yahoo.com. MY SON IN THE BAR - 2 by WillingMike I was sitting there at the bar in "The Frog" with two black truckers named Willie and Tyrone. My buddy Ron had just left us to take a beer over to my 15 year old son, Shawn, who was being kept at a table next to the restroom by the bartender, Joe, 'cause he didn't want any trouble for having an underaged kid up at the bar. I had noticed a quick exchange between Ron and Shawn, before Ron ducked into the john. The next thing I knew, Shawn's chair at his table was empty, so I figured he had swung into the pisser too, but then almost immediately, Tyrone was leaving his barstool to head back to the restroom, too... again. Hell, he had just come out of there a couple of minutes ago, plus I had been in there enough times to know there was only one toilet and one urinal, side by side, so not too damned much room for more than two guys at a time. Joe, Willie and I all watched as Tyrone shoved the john door open and then slammed it shut behind him. Then I was aware that Willie and Joe were exchanging 'a look,' and a funny little smile between themselves. "Hey, guys, what the hell's going on? Is Shawn in the crapper, too? Did you see him go in there after Ron did?" Silence. Willie just kept looking away from me at the restroom door, and Joe, back behind the bar, was just staring at the floor. Finally Joe looked up at me and said, "Hey, Mike, how about another beer? I told you that the brews for you and Shawn are on the house tonight, so you'd better take advantage of it." And another Bud was in front of me before I even answered him. "What the hell's going on, Joe?" I was starting to get pissed off. Then I looked back toward the bathroom and said, "Hey, you don't think Shawn's having any trouble..." "No! Nah, not at all, Mike, just relax. Drink your beer, for Christ's sake, c'mon, buddy, loosen up. Shawn can handle...can handle anything, hell, drink up." Just when I had started to feel kind of foolish, and was taking a big chug of the beer, Willie finally turned back toward the bar and said in a low voice to Joe, "He's not gonna cause us any trouble is he, Joe?...'cause you know I'm gonna have to be making a trip in there myself, don't you?" And Joe looked at him for a few seconds and then said, "Yeah...sure, I know. It's there for everyone, believe me." That did it. I really blew up, and yelled "Okay, fuckers, what's going on here?" Joe just stared at Willie for a few beats, and then turned and looked me right in the face and said, "Mike, I've known you for a long time, and truth is, I can't believe you don't know your kid is a cocksucker. I like you, and I sure as shit don't want any hard feelings between us, but fact is your Shawn is one horny boy pussy who can't get enough dick...down his throat or up his ass...so there, I've had to lay it out for you." I just sat there and stared at him. Finally, I knew I had to respond somehow, so I said "Bullshit. That's bullshit, Joe...what...how..." and my voice trailed off. Joe reached over and clasped my shoulder, and looked like he felt bad for me, but he continued. "Mike, I knew he was a cocksucker as soon as you came through the door with him. I know you've never paid much attention to him, but haven't you ever noticed how puffy and bright pink his lips are? And how he looks a man up and down when he's talking to him, staring at his package...like he did to me when I took that first beer over to him? And how he swings that big butt of his in his tight jeans...you know, 'inviting,' like a lot of broads do when they want to get nailed?" I know I started getting red in the face then, and I said "You gotta be shitting me...Joe?" "No, buddy, I'm not. Let me really get blunt here, Mike...Shawn had his hands on the front of my pants the minute we went through the door to the back of the bar. He had my belt undone and my jeans unzipped before we ever even got through the kitchen, and when we hit that little sleeping room I got back there...shit, Mike, your boy was on his knees with my cock all the way down his throat. I mean, ALL the way, Mike, and you know I got 10 thick inches on me...you've seen it in action. And, buddy, as soon as he had me rock hard, he yanked his own jeans down and bent over that little bed back there and was begging me to fuck him. And, hell, I did, of course...who wouldn't? I don't think even you could turn down that sweet bubble butt of his." About that time two new guys had sat down across the bar from us, and one of them yelled out, "Hey, Joe, how about a couple shots of bourbon?" When Joe left to take care of them, Willie finally started talking to me, but there was a rougher note to his voice than Joe had used. "Mike, plain ass can't believe ya didn't have your own kid pegged as a slut, but that's what the fuck he is, so I hope you ain't thinkin' of causin' any trouble for him...or for us. Ya oughta know better than to try to get between a man and his pussy...and I don' give a shit if it's girl pussy or boy pussy, all the same, all fuckable. Sheee-it, man, your kid gettin' right now what he needs...and he's gonna keep gettin' it...ya might as well understand that up front, man." Joe had walked back and caught the end of what Willie was saying, so he piped in with "Another thing, Mike, and you might as well know it all...when I did slide my cock up Shawn's ass, there was NO problem, it went right in to my pubes, and he didn't even flinch...just moaned like a five dollar whore, and started begging for more. He was all lubed up, Mike, and I don't think he'd KY'd himself before you came over here...I think he already had lots of loads of cum in there." I had been in sort of a daze since the whole conversation had begun, but I started snapping out of it at that point. And I knew I had to see for myself if this was true. I slowly lifted myself off my stool and started toward the john, but not before I heard Willie mutter "Serious, man, won't tolerate no shit from you" and Joe said "Easy now, Mike, I don't want no problems, much as I like you...." When I reached the restroom door, I could clearly hear sounds coming from inside. Moans and groans and a banging sound. I had to use a little force to get the door open, but I knew the lock didn't really work anyway, and as soon as I got inside I knew what the banging sound was. It was my buddy Ron, standing next to the urnial and turned away from me. His arms were up and his hands were hanging on tightly to the top of the stall next to the pisser. His jeans were down around his ankles, and his big hairy ass was banging roughly against the glory hole I knew was drilled into the side of the thin wall. He turned his head to look at me, but his expression didn't change, and his ass didn't miss a beat as he banged the hell out of the partition, thrusting his dick through the hole. "Wondered how long it would take you to head in here, Mike. I don't want you pissed at me, but...mmmmphhhh...damn...no way was I gonna turn down this hot mouth. Ohhh, shiiiiit...such a great cocksucker, buddy...knows exactly how to take care of a man's dick...mmmmphhhh...so good...lots of experience, man." I couldn't say anything. Didn't make a sound, just stared. I had to take a few more steps in to get the whole picture, and noticed that Willie and Joe had both walked in behind me. I glimpsed Shawn's torn jeans and white T-shirt lying on the floor next to the uniform Tyrone had been wearing, and then I looked up and saw a scene that will be burned into my memory forever. My fifteen year old naked son was up on his knees sidways on the toliet seat, and his blonde hair was flopping around erratically on his head because of the force of the two fuckings he was getting. His lips were locked tightly around my buddy Ron's big cock, which I guessed to be about 8 inches, maybe an inch less than me in length but even bigget than mine in girth. Ron was repeatedly ramming it roughly into Shawn's obviously eager mouth through the glory hole, which was now to the right side of my vision since I had moved on into the room. Tyrone was standing behind Shawn, and what a sight that was to behold. Tyrone had a light sheen of sweat all over his perfectly muscled ebony body, a big smile on his face, and a cock that had to be, no exaggeration, a foot long, ramming unmercifully into my boy's beautiful, upturned bubble butt...and that smooth ass was wiggling around and moving back to welcome every thrust. I finally just muttered "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch...." and Tyrone, slapping Shawn's ass real hard, said jovially "More like you're the father of a bitch, man...and what a bitch this little fucker is! Chrissssst Almighty," he moaned, "this boy sure do love Niggah dick, too! Knows how to handle a big Niggah too, truss me...he KNOWS! Boy is sucking me off with that sweet, tight asshole of his!" Shawn was keeping his eyes tightly closed, and was doing his own share of moaning. But I knew immediately that they were moans of pleasure, the likes of which I'd never heard out of any woman I had fucked. I also knew he didn't keep his eyes shut because he was embarrassed or because he was ashamed to look at me. Hell, right then I'm not sure he even knew I was in the room...in fact, I'm sure he didn't give a damn who was in that room, as long as someone kept feeding him the dick he so obviously needed. "Told you, Mike..." Joe said softly, as he started rubbing his reawakening cock through his jeans. Ron spoke up then, almost crying out "Shit, this hole is gonna be available in just a minute here...goddamn, I can't last much longer, not the way this little cocksucker is working me over. Shit. Oh, shit!" And with that he rammed his cock in hard one more time and moaned loudly as he obviously unloaded into Shawn's grasping mouth. I watched my boy's throat work up and down like crazy, and knew he was swallowing one hell of a load...and not a drop escaped his hot lips either, not a drop. I can recognize a real cum lover when I see one in action, and I was definitely seeing one in action. Just as Ron was staggering backwards into the side of the urinal, with his still engorged dick flopping around wildly, the door to the restroom opened once again and one of the newcomers was standing there. He was an older guy I had recognized when he came in the bar...a big burly dude that I thought was a city utilities worker. He started with "Hey, Joe, I wondered what happened to you...we need..." Then he suddenly took in the whole scene, and muttered, "My God, what you guys got hidden away in here?" Joe quickly readjusted his cock in his pants and said "Later, Mac, later...c'mon, I'll get you some more drinks" and herded him out of the room. Tyrone had never missed a beat, even when the new guy entered the john, plunging his enormous cock in and out of my boy's ass with a roughness I had seldom witnessed, but it was apparent from his increased breathing and renewed moans that he was ready to drain his own load into Shawn. Ron looked over at Willie, who now had his own pants down to his knees and was jacking on his own black dick...nothing in length compared to Tyrone's, but about as big around as a beer can...and said "You next? His mouth's available now." And Shawn just had his head lowered now, his eyes still shut tight, his full concentration on the butt fuck he was enjoying so much. Willie glanced over at Ron and said, "Nah, nah, man...I wanna tap that ass of his." It was then that I realized how actually painful my own hard-on was, straining against the front of my pants "You'd better grab the glory hole, Willie...the next cock going in the boy's ass is gonna be his Daddy's..." and with that I tore off my shirt and pulled off my jeans...striding up next to Tyrone, my 9-incher sticking straight out and leading the way, to wait for him to finish getting his nut. It was the first time Shawn opened his eyes since it all began...he looked over at me with an expression of combined lust and gratitude and said "Thanks, Dad." TO BE CONTINUED........................... willingmike@yahoo.com